Mac Miller

Songwriter: Mac Miller

Producer: I.D. Labs

[Intro]
Yeah
Ah yeah, ah yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Back when I didn't know myself (Yes, sir)
I thought I needed so much help (Yes, sir)
I wasn't yet grown, couldn't do it on my own
"I'ma make it," what I told myself (Okay)
Oh, how alone I felt (Okay)
Now they mouth right below my belt
Tell 'em they can go to hell
'Cause this shit just me, don't need no one else (Woo)
My records like phones, they sell (Sell)
No, I'm not done in this ring, better hold that bell (Bell)
Gimme a break of that Kit-Kat bar (Bar)
Who that famous bitch in that car? (Gosh)
Everybody run they mouth about somebody
You'da thought God said, "Fuck bitches, get money" (Ha)
Can we get a amen, and a milk and a honey?
Shit's real, how you feel? How you feel? Do you love me? (Yeah)
So let's get electric, majestic
Infected with sex and depressants
This fresh shit the best, just accept it
I've dealt with rejection, a lesson that I've learned (Learned)
All this hatred, I lack concern
'Cause I've waited long enough, it's my turn (Let's go)
Now lift that ass up, you want that match-up, you had to burn (Burn)
I do the work the universe assign me (Woo)
Who's the first to brew the human cure?
You disturbed she'll get peculiar
I was bringin' out juice into Troubadour
Excuse me, sir, I don't know who you confuse me fer (Uh-huh)
'Cause the raps colder than Jupiter (Uh-huh)
[?] Huge berserk, go the distance, Moon to Earth (Goddamn, woo)
Pluto's still a planet
Pluto's still a planet, if you ask me
Flow is crafty, no one's gonna catch me
Where are my idols? Now they old and saggy
Some of these rappers, dontcha know your daddy?
Know I'm batshit, go and blow an addy
Hoes is laughin' up in the backseat, shut they asses up, this ain't no taxi (Hoes, shut the fuck up!)
Throw an alley I oop it, all I do is make music (Music)
I don't take a break, been four days awake
Dedication, no bullshit (Bullshit)
The sky the limit, we roofless (Ya)
Don't got time for excuses (Ya)
Chasin' pussy so stupid
Swear to god I'ma die in this booth, shit (Whoa)

[Chorus]
What’s a Judist to Confucius? (Ya, ya, ya, ya)
What’s a Judist to Confucius? (Ba-da-da, die, die)
Yeah, I'm sick of dodgin' these bullets (Bullets)
And watchin' all of my movements (Bow)
As a kid, was so foolish, but I'm no longer a student
I still believe in dragons (Fire-breathing dragons, fire-breathing)
I still believe in dragons (Fire-breathing dragons, fire-breathing)
Yeah, this shit right here is so sacred (Ya)
Never lettin' 'em take it (Ya, ya)
Fuck your problems, everyone got 'em
Let's go to space and get faded (Die, die, die, die, woo)

[Verse 2]
It's 'bout time you respect the genius (Okay)
'Bout time everybody pledge allegiance (Okay)
Thin-skinned rappers have flesh anemic
Give 'em homicide, tell 'em, "Rest in pieces"
Imitators emulatin' TMZ shit (Uh-huh)
Ride the wave 'til they gettin' sea sick (Uh-huh)
In a league that they can't compete with
Nobody give a fuck who the second team is
Like a broken record, all these broken records
I'm immature though, I don't know no better
I'm at home watchin' episodes of Becker
With a cup of coco and a polo sweater
I'm only gettin' better, breathin' fire
Smokin' on a tenner, keep me higher
My flow, the loss of temper, easy violence
Death before surrender, no survivors

[Chorus]
What’s a Judist to Confucius? (I'ma get ya, ya, ya)
What’s a Judist to Confucius? (Ba-da-da, die, die)
Yeah, this shit right here is so sacred (Bullets)
Never lettin' 'em take it (Bow)
Fuck your problems, everyone got 'em
Let's go to space and get faded (Faded)
I still believe in dragons (Fire-breathing dragons, fire-breathing)
I still believe in dragons (Fire-breathing dragons, fire-breathing)
Yeah, this shit right here is so sacred (Ya)
Never lettin' 'em take it (Ya, ya)
Fuck your problems, everyone got 'em
Let's go to space and get faded (Ba-da, die, die, die, die, woo)

[Outro]
Still believe in dragons
(Oh my lord, how do you do it?)
Still believe in dragons
(Aren't you getting bored? Before this disaster and all this war)
Still believe in dragons
(Where's the light? Oh captain, my captain)
Still believe in dragons
(I could fly high like them dragons, but there's no such thing as dragons anyway)

Malcolm James McCormick (Jan. 19, 1992 – Sept. 7, 2018), who performed as Mac Miller, was an American rapper and producer from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Since releasing his first mixtape at just 15 years old, he became one of the leaders of the new school of young and highly talented “weirdos.”

Mac’s credibility in the rap game increased ten-fold and resulted in a slew of quality releases, including 2012’s Macadelic mixtape, his second studio album Watching Movies With The Sound Off, and his critically-acclaimed 2014 mixtape Faces.

He had multiple alter-egos, most notably his producer alias Larry Fisherman and his sick and twisted pitched-up persona (à la Quasimoto,) Delusional Thomas.

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